My Third Empire

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In the dark cell, Mussolini boredly looked at the crack in the ceiling. He was held in the basement of a villa, which was not far from where he was arrested. ▲ He did not know why the Germans did not immediately **** him back to Rome, or did not take him to Berlin.

Just when he was thinking about it, the door of the basement was pulled out from the outside. A man wearing an Italian military uniform walked into the cell with a smile. The man ’s chest was covered with medals, and it looked more than Mexico. When Sorini was in power, he was even more powerful.

"Are you still used to living here? Mr. Mussolini, my great leader?" Marshal Garibaldi carried his hands on his back, as if he were admiring an artwork he had finished, admiring his former boss Mo who was behind bars. Sorini asked suddenly with a smile.

Mussolini glanced at the smug former Marshal of the Italian Army and snorted coldly. His meaning is very obvious, that is, his opponent is the German head of state Akado, not standing here under the former brilliance of Yaowuyangwei. He even disdain to speak with the other party because he looked down on this capricious villain who betrayed the whole of Italy.

He feels that if it was not Marshal Garibaldi, the wolf-hearted traitor who turned to Akado, then in this action of withdrawing from the Axis, it should be the winning side Italy can safely withdraw from the World War and become a neutral Free country.

"Guess why you were imprisoned in this obscure little place, but were not sent back to Berlin or Rome?" Garibaldi seemed to care about Mussolini's disregard and said to himself Interested, want to say the topic: "Think about if you are not a genius who is looking for his own death, how can I have Garibaldi today?"

"Even if you sit in my position today? It's just a dog raised by the German Head of State Akado!" Mussolini finally spoke, his eyes adjusted to how much light came out of the door. Come, frowning and ironically: "I am different from you! I am at least the leader of a country! The leader of a once independent country!"

"No no no! I dare not sit in your place." Garibaldi waved his hand and denied that he had become the new leader of Italy. He seemed to have a sense of accomplishment in this matter, and he proudly defended: "Italy is in a special period, and it is now a military government. This government has Marshal Garibaldi, and there are no messy leaders."

He pointed to the Iron Cross medal on his chest that looked good, and continued: "Look, I admire another identity of mine: the honorary citizen of Germany, and the Iron Cross medal awarded by the head of state."

As he said, Garibal looked at Mussolini shamelessly on the first side: "I'm nothing but a dog in your hands! All people are dogs you raise! But I'm smarter and know to be a winner The dog is better than the dog who is a loser, at least better on the court. "

Mussolini looked at some complacent Garibaldi in front of him, and an inexplicable anger burst from his body. He gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely at this seemingly villainous guy: "You **** If it were not for you, Italy would withdraw from the war decently! How many people will usher in peace? I just want to seek the greatest benefit for the motherland, and you? You do n’t know anything, idiot! You withdraw from Italy The hope of war is ruined! Ruined! "

He has been working hard for the power of Italy all his life. To outsiders, he may be a mean and shameless dictator, but he does have the position and dream of a generation of old Italian politicians. Sadly, these dreams and positions made him only choose his current path, and pushed him further and further along this path.

For the efforts of Italy, or Mussolini's own view, all his efforts for Italy are correct. For this perseverance and ideal, he is willing to take risks and give up the fame and fortune at his fingertips. This sounds very tall, but in the background, it is only what the individual pursues that is different.

Hitler was a vegetarian. Himmler was even called a model husband by someone familiar with his private life. When racism was used as a hunt for animals, this group of lunatics even took the gas chamber in the concentration camp to the table for discussion. . When they did not commit crimes, they were almost all good people like the grandmother next door, and Mussolini was also such a person. He pursued power and reputation, and was an absolute ruling power that never surrendered.

"Have you ever thought that the war has won?" Garibaldi looked at Mussolini, who was already angry. This was the main purpose of his personal visit. He likes to see his former boss get irritated by his success and The chao chao was annoyed. This is an indelible sense of accomplishment, and he enjoys the kind of refreshment that this overtaking brings.

Like Mussolini, Garibaldi is gambling. Mussolini placed his bet on Italy's left and right swing, and Garibaldi put all his net worth on the head of the German head Akado. He determined that the German head of state, known as the gift of God, would eventually win the war.

As long as Germany completes its external expansion and becomes the world's largest country, the political position of the United States will be infinitely marginalized. Germany will become the actual master of the entire world. At that time, the small squad of Italy, the Axis Power, will naturally jump to the second position in the world.

Or more ideally, join the big European group, merge into the big family of the European Empire, and become the real master of this world. For thousands of years, the monarch of every European country has dreamed of unifying Europe. It will be realized in the near future that as a collaborator of the highest specification, Garibaldi is under the new big European system, at least The first prime minister or deputy head of state or the like was selected.

Completely different from Mussolini, Marshal Garibaldi, who had always been in the doldrums, did not regard the eagle as an eagle as an humiliation. Instead, he saw a bright future: to a dictator in Italy Being a dog certainly doesn't feel comfortable as prime minister of the whole Europe. Even if the deputy or prime minister may be just a virtual title, it is also a virtual title above 10,000 people under one person, isn't it?

Thinking of this, he no longer ignored the somewhat stunned Mussolini, and walked to the door before continuing to say, "I just asked you, you haven't answered my question. Since you claim to be clever, then Just guess ... why are you being held in this obscure little place, but not sent back to Berlin or Rome? "

The tone of his question was full of ridicule, and he did n’t wait for Mussolini to answer, and began to answer himself: "Because no matter whether it is our majesty our king, the governor of my military government, or a distant place. Sitting in the head of empire in Berlin. None of us want you to go back to any center of power ... so you have no future. "

"Impossible! Don't think I don't know! This must be your fear, I'm afraid I'll go back and grab your place! No more, just give me an hour, I will be sure to replace you! You are just afraid of this!" Musuo Rini laughed proudly at Garibaldi: "With me, you are always just an alternative!"

"Actually, I'm sorry. Leader Mr. Mussolini ... please allow me to call you this last time." Garibaldi turned back at the door and looked at Mussolini: "It's German specialty that grabs you Army, this army believes that you have also heard some ... The SS 0th Division is absolutely loyal to a special operations force of the head. You feel that as a spokesperson of a puppet regime, I can instigate Are these heads of state guards who do not even think about the defense force generals? "

Mussolini froze, and after a while it seemed that he had lost all his strength and sat back on the edge of his bed. He knew that Garibaldi did n’t need to lie to him. The head of state in Berlin had no intention of seeing him again. He was still full of hopes about how to persuade each other during the meeting. It seemed that he was really self-confident. Too.

Walking outside the door, a German major general watched Garibaldi draw a cigarette from the cigarette case, smiled and reached over a very beautiful lighter. He gently rubbed the roller on the lighter and jumped. The flame burned, and Garibal inhaled first, and the cigarette near his mouth was lit.

He spit out smoke, seemed to put down something, smiled and nodded his thanks: "Thank you."

The general who looked very burly chuckled: "We are friends, aren't we? Marshal Garibaldi. If you are a friend, you don't need to see it like this. It is a very worthwhile thing. We will do a lot of things for our friends, and we will also take into account their feelings. The head of state told me to tell you without worrying about the cooperation between us. Today we will show our sincerity. "

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking, but the two SS officers standing behind him immediately began their preparations. The two men put on gloves, and then pulled out their pistols from their waists, and walked into Mussolini's cell with a straight face.

"Long live Italy!" In the room, Mussolini desperate shouted his last words, and then there were four clear gunshots: "Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!" Then the two went out of the cell, right Scolzner tapped his head slightly.